Basheng Ganzhou

When Chuxiu woke up again, the man had already got up, put on his clothes beside the bed, with his back turned to him, defenseless.

He quietly took out a thin blade from under the pillow, got out of bed silently, stood behind him, and quickly pressed the thin blade against the man's back.

The blade was so sharp that it tore through his clothes, and he could clearly feel its coolness.

Wan Qizheng paused when he took the clothes, and made a gesture to let Da'an, who was ready to go on the beam, leave.

He sighed and said, "Chuxiu, I'm going to court."

Chuxiu finally had the opportunity to hold him hostage, so naturally she would not let this opportunity go, and said coldly, "Let me go."

Wan Qizheng turned around, the blade scratched blood on his back, Chuxiu was startled, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but Wan Qizheng grabbed his wrist, he broke Chuxiu's hand forcefully, and threw the blade away Frowning, his brows were tightly frowned, and his tone was impatient: "Hold the blade with your hands, don't you want those hands?"

Chuxiu tried to withdraw her hand, but was held by his iron-like hands, unable to break free at all.

The long-planned assassination failed so prematurely, he jumped his feet angrily, and was also angry: "Wan Qicheng, General Wan Qi, you are a beautiful woman in the house, you don't want me to be a big man, right? What do I have on me? What do you want? ? Before I lost my memory, you tortured me and couldn’t get it, and now it’s even more impossible. Are you going to kill me or let me go? I’m really fed up with you.”

Wan Tengzheng was stunned, he was hurt by Chuxiu's words, he was dumb for a while, he took out the medicine bottle, and gently wiped the medicine on his hands.

Chuxiu's gaze followed the medicine as expected.

He has no impression of himself, but he has always been sensitive to medicine.

He confiscated the medicine bottle, put it on the table, bandaged the boy's hands, and said, "Don't touch the water."

Chuxiu ignored him.

He casually wiped the blood oozing from his back, put on his clothes, walked to the door, and stopped again.

He didn't look back, and explained with his back turned: "I have never tortured you, so don't guess."

Chuxiu finally spoke this time, and he taunted: "Do you dare to do it or not? When I woke up, I was covered in injuries. Who else would it be if it wasn't you?"

Wan Chengcheng: "..."

The tall figure of the man stood at the door, and the morning sun shone on him, making the mighty General Protecting the Country seem a bit lonely.

Chuxiu felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart, he looked away and said, "You go, I will kill you if I have the chance."

Wan Chengcheng lowered his eyes and said softly: "You want me to die, and you never have to go to such trouble. When you recover your memory and want me to die, just say one word, and I will kill myself."

Chuxiu: "..."

After the man's last words, he disappeared into the empty courtyard. Chuxiu was slightly lost in thought with the medicine bottle in his hand.

Wan Chengcheng said, "Wait for me to come back."

Daan sat on the roof tiles and drank.

He watched the general leave the courtyard and the moment he stepped out of the courtyard gate, his lowered head was raised again, his slightly bent spine straightened, and he once again showed an upright appearance.

For the first time, he felt that the general's rigidity tinged with reluctance.

The courtyard seemed to be the general's only weakness, and also his only softness.

He didn't know who this young man was brought back by the general a year ago.

All he knew was that the young man was covered with bruises and had a high fever, and he had been lying on the bed for half a year. The general hadn't gone to court for half a year and stayed by his side day and night.

But when he woke up, he couldn't remember anything.

The big-hearted boy sat quietly for a while, took the bottle and walked to the bed, got into bed and lay down again.

Those little girls often said that Mr. Chu was lazy, but now it seems that he is indeed lazy.

Chuxiu was observing the small blue and white porcelain vase, which he felt familiar with, but couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

After rubbing for a while, I opened the mouth of the bottle, closed one eye and looked in. After finishing, I put it on the tip of my nose to sniff again.

He asked the empty house: "When will he be back?"

Da'an fell from the roof, and saluted with his sword in his arms: "When it's time for the general to come back, he will naturally come back."

Chuxiu didn't know this new crow, looked at it for a moment, and asked, "Where's the original one?"

Da'an: "It's not good for him to protect the young master, and he was sent to the border."

Chuxiu: "..."

Chuxiu: "It's hot, I want to eat ice cream."

A quarter of an hour later, Chuxiu was sitting on the bench by the window eating iced cheese with a bowl in her hands.

The small garden of the General's Mansion is well-kept, not flowers, but grass, and there are a few small peach trees with sour green fruits on them.

This small garden is where he spends the most time on weekdays, and this is the only place where he can feel at ease.

The maid Hongguo ran in from the door, panting from the heat.

She piled up a dozen storybooks on Chuxiu's table, took a gulp of the cold tea on the table, fanned herself with her hands, and said to him with joy: "The scripts from the Central Plains, I I waited all morning and grabbed a set."

Chuxiu looked at the precious classics that had been handed down through two mountains and one river, and his irritability healed a little. He opened the book and asked, "Is there a sequel after the prince imprisoned his deadly enemy last time?"

Hongguo tilted her head and thought for a while: "Oh, the book you talked about, now storytellers are not allowed to talk about it."

"...Why?"

Hongguo: "How do I know?"

She drank another cup of tea and said eagerly: "Look quickly, and tell me after reading it, I can't read."

Chuxiu responded, "Okay."

Since the dog days, Chuxiu has been greedy for coolness.

Otherwise, his hands and feet will be hot, and he will be annoyed, and his temper will be irritable.

Holding a bowl of iced cheese in his hand, he was reluctant to eat it to cool down his hands.

Then I secretly fetched cold well water to soak my feet.

There are big peaches, apricots, and lychees buried in the ice in the big bowl.

He lay on the table, gnawed on a peach, and read the storybook.

Wan Tucheng came in from the outside, bringing back a blast of heat.

Chuxiu was so engrossed in watching that she didn't notice someone came in, she turned the pages of the book while waving her folding fan.

The boy rolled up his trousers to his calves, his snow-white feet were soaked in the water, and he was dangling comfortably, his clothes were messy and half uncovered, and his black hair was tied up high with cloth, in the same way he used to tie it up.

That face is more stunning and charming than four years ago, and her stature is also higher than four years ago.

When we first met, Chuxiu was only sixteen, and now he is almost at the weak crown.

He took off his armor, and the sound of iron clashing caught the boy's attention.

He only raised his head and glanced at him, his eyes were light, as if he didn't take this person into his eyes.

He didn't speak, and continued to read his notebook.

Wan Chengcheng: "I'm going to take a shower, change my clothes and come to you again."

Chuxiu ignored him.

Wan Qicheng's eyes darkened.

This is reversed from before.

In the past, Chuxiu was often the one who spoke, and he didn't like to make a sound.

Now Chuxiu ignored him.

He turned and walked out, just took two steps, and stopped again.

He looked at Chuxiu's feet, looked at the water in the basin, and frowned.

He walked up to Chuxiu, squatted down, and put his hand into the water for a try.

Cool and cool.

He sighed softly, gently held Chuxiu's cold feet, and said, "Don't use cold water."

His hands are too hot.

His feet got out of the cold water, and the temperature that had finally dropped was warmed by him again.

The hot weather made him extremely irritable, and being disturbed by him like this made him even angrier.

He directly raised his leg and kicked Wan Chengcheng in the chest, and said fiercely, "Stay away from me."

Wan Chengcheng: "..."

Da'an in the hiding place was startled.

He didn't even dare to look at the general's reaction.

However, the time for half a cup of tea passed, and the conflict he imagined did not happen.

Their general just wiped the boy's feet clean and let him go.

Wan Tengcheng removed the cold water, stood up and said, "I know you're hot, but don't cool off like this."

Chuxiu was actually taken aback by himself, just now he completely forgot to control his emotions, he didn't know why he was so irritable.

He curled up his legs, and after losing the cold water to cool his feet down, they became unbearably hot again, heartburning.

He looked at the man walking out with a basin, pursed his lips, and said, "Wan Qicheng, I'm hot."

Wan Tengcheng paused, raised his lips lightly, and said in a warm voice: "I asked someone to build you a summer house, and I will take you there later."

Chuxiu used her hands to grab the ice cubes used for ice fruit, and when her hands got cold, she went to cover her feet, and when her hands were hot, she went to grab the ice cubes again.

When Wan Chengcheng came back with the doctor, he wet the brocade he stepped on.

Wan Chengcheng patiently took the handkerchief and gave him his hand, and said to the doctor: "He started to have hot hands and feet when he entered the three-volt period. It was serious at night, and he always liked to drink water."

"I'll ask for your pulse, young master."

Chuxiu looked at Wan Qizheng, then at the old man with gray beard, frowned, and said unhappily, "Why do you need to ask for pulse, I'm not sick."

The boy turned his face away, cleaned up the notebook on the table, and wanted to leave.

"At this time of the year, he always has to take medicine for himself. When he asks, he says it's a minor problem. Every time he has a fever in his hands and feet, he just takes a medicine. I don't understand pathology. You should look at it. What medicine are you giving him?"

Chuxiu: "..."

Chuxiu hates Wan Qizheng's accommodating towards him that seems to be compensatory, and really hates him for acting as if he knows himself very well, and treats him so well that even hating him feels that he is making trouble for no reason.

If he was really good to himself, he would not imprison him, and he would not not tell him about the past.

Wan Qizheng turned to look at him, his tone softened eight degrees: "Chuxiu, show him, we will go to escape the summer heat after watching."

"..."

Chuxiu stretched out her hand.

He looked down at the old doctor who cut his own pulse, and the technique was inexplicably familiar to him, but it was always like this. Every time he felt familiar with something, his brain would go blank, his heart would go blank, and then his mood would go blank. He will be very depressed, so low that he doesn't want to think about anything, and this situation has become more and more serious recently.

He hated this depression, which made him always feel disconnected from everything around him. The colors outside were colorful, and the place he was in was gray and white.

He couldn't cheer up, and unconsciously picked the shell of the lychee with his hands, letting the old doctor feel his pulse.

Wan Chengting took him into his arms and coaxed him in his ear: "It's almost over, it's about to be over."

Every time this happens, Wan Qizheng is very useful, as long as he leans in his arms, his dazed and irritable heart can be at ease.

He quietly leaned against Wan Chengcheng's arms, pinching the poor lychee with his eyes lowered, his nails printed a crescent moon on the irregular surface, digging out the juice.

Wan Tengcheng took the lychee from his hand and wiped his hands for him.

Seeing that the palms of his palms were already hot and slightly peeling off, she held up his hands and gently blew on him.

Chuxiu stared at him with black and white eyes, blankly, not knowing what she was thinking.

The old doctor finished his pulse and said, "It's a deficiency of yin and hyperactivity of fire. It's not a serious illness. I'll prescribe a prescription. Take it for seven days and you'll be fine. Be careful not to eat too greasy food, sleep more, and keep your mood at ease."

Wan Qicheng breathed a sigh of relief.

The doctor left, he looked down at Chuxiu, the young man lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids, he was quiet and gloomy, motionless.

Although his previous personality was not noisy, he was very lively, never seen him like this before, Wan Qicheng's eyes darkened, he took his hand, and called him softly: "Chuxiu."

Chuxiu still ignored him.

He picked him up and walked towards the summer house he had made for him.

The ice is collected from the Tianshan Mountains and transported back to Geleshan non-stop. The human and financial resources spent in the process are staggering.

This room is all furnished according to Chuxiu's habits, a big bed big enough to roll around, a low bed by the window, and buckets filled with ice at the four corners, it's scorching summer outside, but the room is cool Comfortable, let people relax instantly, and can take a good breath.

In the yard outside the window is a big peach tree, as well as transplanted medicinal herbs and flowers, all according to Chuxiu's preferences.

Chuxiu was sitting on a low mat, holding a book of words, watching with a blank expression.

Wan Qicheng was beside him, peeling fruit for him to eat.

Sometimes he would open his mouth, sometimes he wouldn't, and Wan Chengcheng had to eat by himself.

Every time he was silent, Wan Qicheng's heart was twisted like a knife.

He struggles every day, and sometimes wants to simply give him freedom and let him continue to follow his "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou". If he doesn't like himself, he will let him go.

But he was worried, Chuxiu was like this, he had forgotten everything, and he couldn't survive on his own.

Wan Chengcheng ate the grape that he rejected, and tried to chat with him: "Chuxiu, do you still remember the Eight Sounds of Ganzhou?"

It took Chuxiu a cup of tea to answer him, and he casually turned a page in the market storybook that said, "I don't know."

Wan Qizheng picked up the handkerchief and wiped his hands, and said, "You told me before that you heard the eight songs of Ganzhou. Although you didn't understand the meaning, you just thought the scenery was good, so you wanted to go and see it."

Chuxiu ignored him.

Wan Qicheng was silent, moved to Chuxiu's side, and hugged him into his arms.

Chuxiu finally spoke, frowned and said impatiently: "Hot."

Wan Chengcheng didn't let go, just hugged him tightly in her arms, touching his side face with her lips.

Chuxiu struggled twice, but to no avail, so she let him go.

Wan Chengcheng's eyes were dark, and his lips slowly moved down, landing on his neck.

Chuxiu raised her neck, leaned on his shoulder, and read the scriptures.

Whether it was the first encounter before or after amnesia, Chuxiu is very simple.

He actually didn't understand what these touches meant. In other words, he didn't understand, he only knew that it was comfortable and there would be no danger, so he just let him go.

Wan Tengcheng breathed deeply, he took a deep breath, and stripped off the clothes on Chuxiu's shoulders, and the exposed shoulders could be admired for their icy muscles and bones.

The fiery kiss fell, "Chuxiu, although you used to dislike the summer heat, you always loved to lie in my arms."

Chuxiu's body was dyed crimson, but he didn't understand why, he frowned and said, "Can you not disturb my reading?"

Wan Chengcheng laughed lightly and said, "Impossible."

He put his hand into Chuxiu's clothes and stroked it gently. The rough calluses on his fingertips grazed his delicate skin. Chuxiu ignored him and changed to a comfortable posture to read.

The sound of birdsong outside the window was crisp, butterflies were dancing in the garden, and the clothes on the roof by the window were scattered. The young general held the half-naked boy in his arms and sucked kisses against his chest.

He licked the boy's collarbone and said softly, "The first time we kissed, it was in a brothel."

Chuxiu was originally impatient with him drooling on her body, but after hearing this, she gave up the idea of ​​pushing his head away.

He looked away from the book, looked at him sideways, and asked, "Brothhouse?"

Only the past interested him.

Wan Chengcheng's eyes darkened slightly, he pinched his chin, and kissed his lips.

After being kissed for a while, Chuxiu heard Wan Chengcheng speak, and he asked, "Do you want to hear it?"

Chuxiu's black and white eyes were blank for a moment, he tapped his head, hesitated, and said, "I want to hear it."

He didn't want the bad feeling just now to wrap him in another black and white barren place, but he wanted to think of the past quickly. He didn't know the past, and this kind of barren panic in his heart would always follow him all day long.

Wan Chengcheng removed the collapsed table and lay down with him in his arms.

The cool summer wind blew in from the window, and Chuxiu lay on Wan Qiting's stiff arms, looked at him face to face, and urged, "Say it quickly."

The corners of Wan Tengcheng's lips twitched slightly, not seeing the general's usual majesty, but with a bit of arrogance, he teased: "Kiss me, and I will tell you."

Chuxiu looked at him coldly: "No kiss."

Wan Chengcheng: "If you don't kiss me, don't tell me."

Chuxiu's tone was cold: "Anyway, you didn't really think about it."

Wan Tengcheng didn't argue with him, and lay flat on the bed, as if going to sleep.

Half a stick of incense passed by, and the people beside him moved a little bit, and then, a kiss was printed on his lips.

A touch like the most tender camellia petals, warm, with the sweetness of lychee juice, is the taste of Chuxiu.

He licked his lips, reminiscing about the instant kiss, and looked sideways at him.

Chuxiu felt embarrassed, deliberately pretended to be fierce, and glared at him: "Are you going to tell me?"

Wan Qicheng bent his lips and said, "Speak."

He said, "Don't interrupt me, my..."

He filled in the last two words in his heart: Don't interrupt me, my master.